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In 19o4, Hangzhou was far from being as prosperous as later generations, but around the West Lake through the ages, tourists and business travelers were also constantly traveling, even if it encountered the unique rainy day in the south of the Yangtze River, it would not affect the literati and artists to enjoy the West Lake in the rain.

Yang Meng played Hangzhou's oil paper umbrella, leisurely walked in the drizzle by the West Lake, with a mood that crossed the time and space restrictions, felt the elegance of the West Lake in the rain, as for the Leifeng Pagoda in front of him, it was completely different from the aesthetic image of the golden light at night in later generations, but the mutilated beauty presented by the bare brick tower body, after being closely linked with the legend of "The Legend of the White Snake", did not affect it to become the most talked about scenic spot in the ten views of the West Lake.

However, in Yang Meng's view, the Leifeng Pagoda in the day looked really pitiful, with hollow brick joints and black loopholes everywhere, all symbolizing the crumbling appearance of the Qing court.

"The little brother is a talent, I don't know if I want Leifeng tower bricks, the intact inner tower bricks have the magic effect of warding off evil spirits, suitable for men, and silkworms......"

Yang Meng smiled dumbly, looking at the talent in his fifties in front of him, like the brainwashed pyramid schemers in later generations, who were working hard to give himself a primary brainwashing course.

It is precisely because of the false rumors of these folk superstitions, Leifeng tower bricks have been repeatedly stolen and excavated, to 2o years later, the tower body that has been dug up has finally collapsed on a certain day, although some of the tower bricks are secretly hidden in the "a qiē Rulai heart secret whole body relics treasure Zhen Indrani Sutra" scriptures have also been published, but the fact that the ancient Leifeng tower collapsed, after all, makes many people deeply regretful.

Perhaps seeing that Yang Meng really didn't have this need, Lao Xiucai, who had wasted half a day of saliva, turned slightly red, put away the yellow silk burden on his hand with some embarrassment, and turned around and walked towards the tourist couple on the other side.

"Sir, please stay ......"

The reason why he shouted at the old Xiucai was not because Yang Meng saw the yellow silk burden and thought of the beautifully packaged moon cakes in later generations, but because he ...... Lost.

"Look at Mr. Wencai, I'm afraid that I was born in this West Lake, and I don't know how to ......walk in Xu Xian Hutong on Suzhen Road."

The excitement on Lao Xiucai's face turned speechless, and he felt a little pitiful when he saw Yang Meng's honest appearance, so he stroked the long beard with a sparse chin, and said with a solemn face: "Lead the way, a tael of silver ......"

"Uh, Nima, shouldn't this late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China be simple folk customs? For Mao, a literati talent whose integrity is greater than the sky, will he become a leading party without discipline? ”

Although he couldn't stop slandering in his heart, Yang Meng had already walked for a day after all, even if he had trained the live horse stake into the cracks of his bones, he felt a little tired now, "Lead the way!" ”

The reason why he dared to ask for a tael of silver when he opened his mouth was because the people in the inner city who could live on the outskirts of the West Lake were also middle-class at worst, but when Lao Xiucai led Yang Meng to the destination, he felt that he still didn't get rid of the problem that literati regarded fame and fortune as dung, and he was really lighter on this foreign countryside.

Throwing out a piece of Longyang, Yang Meng stepped forward to call the door without looking back, and was used to seeing the high-end atmosphere of the high-end mansion compound in the north, and suddenly saw the small bridge and flowing water in the bamboo forest in the south of the Yangtze River, and finally knew what low-key luxury and connotation were.

"Nong, wait a minute, Allah will go and inform the fourth lady to come out, don't walk around, okay......"

No wonder this porter was not very polite to Yang Meng, because until the warlord melee before the Republic of China period, most of China's rich and noble families in the late Qing Dynasty still respected literature and suppressed martial arts.

What's more, in addition to Yang Meng's obvious northern accent, he also has a big bald head that is difficult to understand and appreciate in the late Qing Dynasty.

This kind of contempt for northerners in the bones of the southerners, and a subconscious demonic gaze that has been cultivated since the Southern Song Dynasty, was not temporarily curbed until after Chun Tao went out, but when Chun Tao rarely twisted up and put him in the backyard of this mansion, Yang Meng was sad again, it turned out that this kind of contempt was really everywhere.

Aunt Chuntao's house is still an official eunuch, although this official may not seem very big, but for those who have been an official eunuch for more than ten years, etiquette and etiquette are still required.

It just so happened that Yang Meng came from the later generation who did not pay attention to 'etiquette', so he came with extremely chic hands empty-handed, so that Chun Tao's two dignified cousins obviously wouldn't give him a good look.

"That's it, your uncle is also a martial arts practitioner, so he must not find fault with those many false tricks, so I ordered the people below to boil hot water, wash the dust for my nephew and uncle first, and then take it to your uncle to meet him......"

The strange thing is that Chun Tao's aunt not only has smooth skin and charm, but also has obvious kung fu on her body, and her two cousins are weak scholars who are delicate and tender at first glance, which can be compared to the sissies who are popular in later generations.

"Oh, tap ......"

didn't care about thinking about the affairs of Sister Tao's aunt's house, when Chun Tao pulled her ears out of the inner house, Yang Meng felt a little unbearable even if he was thick-skinned.

Chun Tao snorted and laughed, "Look at your virtue of asking for rice and flowers, I thought you were having fun in Changsha and Shanghai...... When I came, I didn't know how to clean up, in vain I wasted so much thought in front of my aunt and said a lot of good things for you, you came to the door, but you caught up with the masters of the beggar gang to come to the house to fight the autumn breeze......"

Yang Meng's old face was slightly red, and while patting the claws of Kaichun Tao twisting the vinegar, he said with a sad face: "Besides, your father-in-law let the Qing court beat Hunan like a lost dog, and then he was forced out of Shanghai by the Qing Gang, and fled all the way to Hangzhou......"

Chun Tao's face changed slightly, and she grabbed Yang Meng's arm and looked it up and down: "Where is the injury?" Is it heavy or not? ”

"I was beaten so much that I vomited blood from my mouth and fled ......"

Zhengmei flickered with her daughter-in-law, and suddenly saw Chun Tao's eyes moisten a little bit, Yang Meng quickly changed his words, and coaxed this royal sister who was ten years older than himself, "Eh, wife, don't cry, don't you see I'm fine, it's all right......"

With the experience of picking up girls in later generations, Yang Meng knows very well that no matter how many years older than you, once she is in love, the ups and downs of her IQ will always be somewhat similar to the tide of the Qiantang River.

Chun Tao's aunt's surname is Zhang, her ancestral home is in Hubei, and when her family was prosperous, she married the official eunuch at that time......

These are nothing, what makes Yang Meng think the most is that as Chun Tao kept introducing the situation of his aunt's house, he suddenly showed that the name Chun Tao was still fake, and it was changed after she and Wang Dabeard made a ring horse in Kanto.

Chun Tao's real name, called Zhang Ruoli, lost her father since she was a child, and she has been living in her aunt's uncle's house, at least when she married Wang Dabeard, her uncle's family and a general's personal guard were barely right, but later the two made a ringing horse, so they deliberately broke off contact with the family.

Chun Tao (later called Ruoli, not too earthy) back in Hangzhou, the happiest person is naturally her aunt, as the saying goes, the eldest sister is like a mother, not to mention the aunt who has pulled Ruoli since childhood, that is naturally closer than her mother.

Hearing that her son-in-law was beaten from Hunan to Shanghai, and even vomited blood and was injured and fled one after another, my aunt's face immediately became a little ugly, and Yang Meng's originally somewhat dissatisfied expression showed a little more pity out of thin air.

"A woman's compassion is as powerful as her curiosity, so powerful that she can ignore other things that don't please her eyes......"

Yang Meng was snickering on the side, because after this complaint, Ruoli aunt's eyes obviously naturally regarded him as a family.

Ruoli's martial arts, her aunt is clear, because she has been taught by hand since childhood, as for Ruoli's nephew and son-in-law, who are said to have passed the martial arts, her aunt feels that she is afraid that she can't teach it.

This has to be carefully pondered, how can Ruoli's uncle make a move, at least he must give good guidance to his son-in-law.

After talking for a long time, who is Ruoli's uncle?

He and Ruoli's aunt are the same family, although he is still the youngest junior brother, but the kung fu is the most pure and profound, in Ruoli's aunt's words, it is by no means a wild road on the rivers and lakes, it is the authentic mantle of the Wudang Golden Toad faction.

Ruoli's uncle's surname is the only one with the surname Song, and he is the top master of the sword in Wudang in the late Qing Dynasty.

At the age of 16, he worshiped Zhang Yehe, a Taoist from Lushan Mountain, as a teacher, and practiced Wudang's "Lower Dan School" swordsmanship......

Speaking of the Wudang Jin Toad faction, the inheritance is Zhang Sanfeng's disciple Zhang Songxi's inner family Taoism, if Zhang Songxi is counted as the first generation of the Dan faction's inner family sword, then it has been passed on to Song Wei and Ruoli's aunt, and now it is the ninth generation.

When relatives meet, they are very red-eyed...... Well, it should be said that it is extremely kind, especially for a big boxer like Yang Meng who became famous as a teenager.

Of course, according to Uncle Song's only opinion, this kind of brave and ruthless martial arts reputation is actually not needed.

Unlike most martial arts masters at this time, as the orthodox successor of the Taoist Danshu lineage martial arts, in addition to the grandmaster's bearing, there is naturally a Taoist spirit of idle clouds and wild cranes, although Song Wei has been the head of the martial arts of Fengtian's 'Shengzi Battalion' since 1885, but since the First Sino-Japanese War, he has been carefully teaching martial arts and swordsmanship in the "Yuzi Army" (the student military academy run in Shenyang in the Qing Dynasty).

Of course, it is the scattered swordsmanship of the Thirteen Swords of the Shenmen that are more spread in the rivers and lakes, and as for the swordsmanship of the Wudang Neidan faction, I'm sorry, it is impossible to pass it lightly.

The Eight-Nation Coalition invaded China, the "Yuzi Army" was disbanded, the Boxers set up altars in various places to practice boxing, Duanjun Wang Zaiyi, Zhongtang Ronglu knew that the only martial arts of the Song Dynasty was already superb, and had specially sent someone to hire to go to the capital to be the head of the martial arts of the Royal Forbidden Army, and then because of the invasion of Beijing by the Eight-Nation Alliance, he had no choice but to return to Hangzhou halfway to live in seclusion.

Many people in later generations have never heard the name Song Wei, but like Yang Meng, a hardcore martial arts burner, but they know that this person is actually the first swordsman Song Wei in the late Qing Dynasty.

Li Jinglin, the Wudang sword immortal in the early Republic of China, the commander of the first division of the Fengjun Army, claimed to be the only disciple of the Song Dynasty on any occasion, and Guo Qifeng, another disciple of the Song Dynasty, was also a modern swordsman who later spread Wudang swordsmanship at home and abroad......

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